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Hundreds of different footsteps echoed throughout the reception area of the Coliseum of Dacratas as hundreds of people walked in through the front gates.

"..." "..." "..."

Hundreds of thousands of people turned their curious gazes in the direction of the new large group of people.

It wasn't every day that hundreds of people entered the building at the same time

And it was because of this peculiarity that people of all races, ranging from the Nascent Soul to the Tribulation Transcendance Realm, were staring at numerous beautiful women coming in.

Most of the women in Azmond's party were originally beautiful before their 'unfortunate situations', but after reaching the Tribulation Transcendance Realm, all of them had gone through numerous transformations.

And it was through these 'transformations' that all of them had achieved incredible levels of beauty!

In fact, all of them could even be considered jade beauties of the highest degree!

That was, if they weren't lined up next to Boundless, Ember, Clover, and the rest

All of the 'Main Wives' in Azmond's party had already reached a level of beauty that went nearly unrivaled throughout all of Asterion.

Nonetheless, it was due to the number and appearance of these women that everybody inside the coliseum found themselves staring.

Even women were looking at Clawdia and the rest with envious gazes.

Which woman didn't want to be more beautiful? Which woman didn't want to be seen as a work of art wherever they went??

Surely none of the women in that room were thinking any differently.

*Tap Tap*

Azmond took slow steps toward the sign-up desk as he leaned his body over the other side, attempting to call over a worker.

And it didn't take long before his beckoning succeeded, as a woman with a long brown ponytail popped out from behind a wall.

She looked at the 'unique' group in front of her for a second before she snapped out of her stupor and asked, "What may I do for you today?"

"We would like to sign up a few more people for the Centennial Clash," Azmond responded with a warm smile shining through his mask.

"!!!" Even through his mask, the worker lady nearly became star struck right then and there.

However, she had been working her post for hundreds of years and was no stranger to people who used charming techniques.

She shook her head a little before asking, "Can you please not use your charming technique on me? And for your question, you can still register more people, but it must be within the next twenty minutes."

"???" Azmond was confused on the first part, considering that he used no charming technique, but he still replied, "Alright, then could you register another 186 people?"

His words echoed out, followed by him pointing his finger at all the cheerful and vibrant women around him.

"..."

The lady clerk was left a little speechless.

But regardless of her shock, she regained her bearings and said, "I can register them all, but you will need to categorize yourselves as a guild for it to go through. Is that okay with you?"

Azmond thought the matter over for a second before he said, "Sure thing, just put the guild name as 'Heaven Exploding Faction'."

"Okay, and what would you like their names to be?" The clerk asked after tapping a few buttons on a translucent screen.

"Hmm"

Azmond pondered the topic for a moment before he turned his head behind him and asked, "Do you girls wish to tell her your names?"

"Yes!" All of the girls responded in unison.

"Then come on up here," he replied with an inviting voice.

And it wasn't long before all of the women in Azmond's party rushed up to him and jotted their names down on separate tablet screens.

After a few minutes passed, everyone in Azmond's party had signed their names on the screen.

They were now waiting around for Azmond as he continued conversing with the lady clerk.

He had basically learned the rundown of this 'Centennial Clash' through her information.

And from what she said, the competition was split up into multiple rounds, spaced out between seven days, and would only end once the Semi-Finals and Finals had concluded.

However, the only event going on for the next two days would be the 'Preliminary Matches', which would dwindle down the millions of participants to a few hundred thousand.

After the preliminary matches had concluded, the next set of bouts would start, which would further reduce those few hundred thousand people down to a few thousand.

Following three days of these fights, the last two days would be separated into the 'Free For All' and 'Top 500' matches.

The 'Free For All' would be the main event on the second to last day and would involve thousands of people fighting on five different rings.

The last 100 people left standing on each ring would be able to move onto the 'Top 500' matches, which would begin the next day.

After the 'Top 500' matches started, a few hours would pass, as everybody would get a chance to fight all 499 people, so as to not have people claiming that he was 'beat by one of the strongest opponents'.

And finally, once all of these battles had concluded, the 'Top 32' would emerge.

Following the 'Top 32' appearing, half a day would be spent on taking that 'Top 32' to 'Top 16', 'Top 8', 'Top 3', and ultimately, 'Top 1'.

After all of this was said and done, everybody would be allotted appropriate rewards depending on where they were placed.

Although only the top 200 really gained anything of value, the ones who ranked lower would still be able to obtain quite a bit of recognition and attention if they performed remarkably.

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Azmond finished finalizing all the paper work while learning everything that he needed to know about the 'Centennial Clash'.

And interestingly enough, he had also learned that not only the Queen and her daughters, but also the Queen's mother and other high-level members of varying-ranked nations would be watching from the VIP stands.

It was even rumored that the rulers of many top-level kingdoms, and even Emperor's would be in the VIP stands!

The lady clerk was unclear on why so many people would be spectating the 'Centennial Clash' this time around, but Azmond had his speculations.

And if he were being honest, then he assumed that all of this attention was likely his fault

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